My truck won't start, again. It turns over but don't fire up. I've replaced everything, and I think I've run out of options. I've said from the moment I moved in here, if I lose my truck, I'm in trouble. Especially since winter is rolling in.

The nearest grocery store is Cash Savers a half mile away. To get there I would have to walk up the hill on Hwy 43, cross two major intersections, then walk a few long blocks. I'm a Kroger guy but I could survive on what that place has.

Truth is, walking to any store is off the table. I've been able to combine driving, with limited walking, into a workable solution to living here. Take my truck out of that equation, and I'm just simply fucked...

It was a cold morning when I rolled out of bed and into my clothes. I had visions of eggs and hash browns at my table in the back at the Square.

I finally realized that I was going nowhere, and went back inside. This was going to be shopping day, I'm out of my basics.

I finished off a box of cereal, for breakfast. I've made several trips to my truck, I've got the hood open letting her warm in the sun, but she ain't firing.

Sucking on baggie crumbs in my pipe and drinking a fresh vodka water made from the leftovers of last night, helps me do something, but I can't figure out what that is, so I'll probably do nothing.

I guess it's time to sign up for the ride share thing here, tomorrow...